legs suddenly couldn’t support me.
For twenty years, the media had described the crash as tragic.
Unavoidable.
Nobody’s fault.
Now the truth sat in front of me.
“My parents’ lawyers buried everything.”
Adrian looked sick.
“The company paid settlements.”
He laughed bitterly.
“Millions.”
I couldn’t speak.
“The police reports were altered.”
My stomach twisted.
“The witnesses disappeared.”
His voice cracked.
“And your daughter paid the price.”
The silence that followed felt endless.
Finally I managed to ask:
“You knew who I was.”
Adrian nodded.
The truth settled between us.
Heavy.
